It’s just not right.
Being this tired of everything on a Friday... There's no way that two days will be enough to recover from the strain of the past few weeks/months. It wasn't enough last weekend, or the weekend before. No reason to expect this weekend to be different.
But that's just negative thinking, right? I need to stop doing that. Somehow. It's not easy to break a lifelong habit, but it's reaching the point where I must in order to continue to function at any level above a potato. Assuming I'm currently functioning above the level of a potato. Some days I have to wonder...
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Perhaps this weekend I'll find some time to lose myself in finally creating some new designs for SplitReason.
This past Wednesday, while waiting for Heather to complete her tour, I started doodling for the first time in months and it felt pretty good. I do so much work on the computer, I forget how relaxing it can be to draw with a pen in my hand. Now I just need to escalate from doodles to something of worth.
If I come up with anything, I'll be sure to post it here.
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I really need to buckle down and power through my studies into CSS. Right now when I open the book I can get through about half a page before my eyes start swimming. I'm only halfway though the first book. In hindsight I probably should have started with "Learn CSS in 10 Minutes". Maybe I should shift gears, work through that and then return the the book I'm currently on.
Ugh. My brain is old and rusty.
I'm still learning but not as fast as I would like.
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I have every intention of shaving my head this weekend as well. My hair is annoying me, and it's high time I did something about it. I miss the feeling of the wind on my scalp as I amble hither and yon. Weeee! Woosh! Amble!
The last time I shaved my head my hair was about half as long as it is right now and it nearly killed the clippers.
I have to make a contingency plan in case they crap out this time. I can see it now. I'll have half my head stripped to the skin, and the other half will be varying levels of random butchery.
What to do, what to do...
I suppose I'll have to dye what's left red and pretend that it was my plan all along. If I widen my eyes as far as I can, tilt my head to one side, don't blink and have a slight smile at all times, I think I might just pull it off.
If I put my clothes on backwards it might even get me a vacation. A cozy, padded, sedated vacation. Mmmmmm...
